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The name of the ocean surrounding Tamriel is the Padomaic, hence the name.
Ahnasha moved a bit closer to Ariel, keeping her hand on her shoulder as well as the empathetic expression on her face. "For what it's worth, we really appreciate what you are doing here. I know you are probably doing it mostly for the safety of your sister, but you're helping us as well. Personally, I think city life is incredibly boring and I can't understand why anyone would choose it...but I understand that others don't feel the same way I do. I can see how giving up the life you've known for so long would be hard. I don't think you need to be as afraid as you are, though. You are a talented alchemist, with knowledge that most others in the profession do not have. From what I know of business, that makes you particularly valuable. You could go to any city and be successful, given enough time an patience. It might take a few years; buildings are expensive, after all, but you can get back up to where you are now.
Ahnasha thought for a moment on what other advice she could provide. "You may want to pick a city outside Morrowind, but otherwise, anywhere should be open to you. You can pick a place with an open market and set up a stall with some of your more unique potions. You might want to check around the alchemy shops in town first and see what they sell to make sure you're offering something they're not. Serve a market that isn't being reached. Plus, if you directly compete with them, some business owners might try to bully you out of town. You could give demonstrations to show people what your potions can do, maybe talk to them and get to know the locals. Really win over their hearts and minds. After a while, you start selling better versions of what the other alchemists are selling, and you'll be too well-known for them to directly bully. You could have your own shop again in just a year or two, if you do it right." Ahnasha said optimistically, finally making use of some of the knowledge her merchant parents had given her. "Anyway, I personally want to help you in any way I can. It only seems right."
Ahnasha thought for a moment on what other advice she could provide. "You may want to pick a city outside Morrowind, but otherwise, anywhere should be open to you. You can pick a place with an open market and set up a stall with some of your more unique potions. You might want to check around the alchemy shops in town first and see what they sell to make sure you're offering something they're not. Serve a market that isn't being reached. Plus, if you directly compete with them, some business owners might try to bully you out of town. You could give demonstrations to show people what your potions can do, maybe talk to them and get to know the locals. Really win over their hearts and minds. After a while, you start selling better versions of what the other alchemists are selling, and you'll be too well-known for them to directly bully. You could have your own shop again in just a year or two, if you do it right." Ahnasha said optimistically, finally making use of some of the knowledge her merchant parents had given her. "Anyway, I personally want to help you in any way I can. It only seems right."
I need a good name for this vessel. Of course, in RP, Sharee will be the one naming it, so it would need to be something she would want to name it, but I figure you all might have some ideas.
Sharee almost laughed. And here she thought the fight was going to be tough. Luckily, it appeared that one of the recruits she had hired was actually a battering ram in disguise. It helped that these guards didn't have plate armor, so they weren't immune to sword strikes like the Orc essentially was. Since he managed to knock most of them off their feet, it was almost too easy finish them off. Sharee moved quickly between targets, as she was keen on killing them all before they could recover. She ran in directly behind him and ran her sword through one before he had even hit the ground from the Orc's charge. Practically ripping her cutlass out of his torso, she moved to the next guard on the ground beside him. She kicked the guard's shield out of the way, then slashed his throat before moving onto the final target, an Imperial woman. She had been knocked against the wall, but had managed to keep her footing. Initially, she looked like she was going for the Orc, but after seeing Sharee approaching out of the corner of her eye, she raised her blade to her right. Unfortunately for her, it was too little, too late. Sharee impaled her cutlass into her stomach, then stabbed her dagger into the back of her neck once she bent over.
With the threats in the hall eliminated, Sharee glanced behind her and saw that the group of recruits which she had ordered to follow her were moving into the rooms on each side of the hall. Perhaps they would clear them, perhaps they were already empty, or perhaps the recruits would all die terribly. Regardless, Sharee decided that she would be of most use in the room just ahead. At the end of the hall was a single door, and if she knew these ships as well as she thought she did, then she knew it led to a large storage room. It could be empty, but she thought it more likely that the crew of the vessel would use it to store supplies, such as weapons and armor. If she was one of the crew when the ship came under attack, that would be where she would have run. Standing beside the Orc, she glanced at him and gave him a pat on his armored back. "Hey big guy, why don't you take the lead into this next room? That armor looks tough enough to deal with it if they're inside."
Above decks, the ship's new crew was hard at work getting things moving. The sailors Sharee hired, it seemed, knew what they were doing at least. They had already planned roughly what roles to take, so they quickly raised anchor and set the ship at full sail away from the docks. Other Imperial ships in the harbor did not exactly intend to let them leave, but their preparations the previous night helped to deal with that issue. The crews of the other vessels soon found that, no matter how hard they tried, their anchors would not raise. One ship even managed to collapse part of one of the docks when the rotted support beam its anchor was tied to gave way. Of course, their ships were not trapped. It was easy enough for them to cut the ropes to their anchors once they figured out that they weren't going anywhere, but it did delay them, and that delay allowed Sharee's crew to build speed and put distance between them and their pursuers.
With the threats in the hall eliminated, Sharee glanced behind her and saw that the group of recruits which she had ordered to follow her were moving into the rooms on each side of the hall. Perhaps they would clear them, perhaps they were already empty, or perhaps the recruits would all die terribly. Regardless, Sharee decided that she would be of most use in the room just ahead. At the end of the hall was a single door, and if she knew these ships as well as she thought she did, then she knew it led to a large storage room. It could be empty, but she thought it more likely that the crew of the vessel would use it to store supplies, such as weapons and armor. If she was one of the crew when the ship came under attack, that would be where she would have run. Standing beside the Orc, she glanced at him and gave him a pat on his armored back. "Hey big guy, why don't you take the lead into this next room? That armor looks tough enough to deal with it if they're inside."
Above decks, the ship's new crew was hard at work getting things moving. The sailors Sharee hired, it seemed, knew what they were doing at least. They had already planned roughly what roles to take, so they quickly raised anchor and set the ship at full sail away from the docks. Other Imperial ships in the harbor did not exactly intend to let them leave, but their preparations the previous night helped to deal with that issue. The crews of the other vessels soon found that, no matter how hard they tried, their anchors would not raise. One ship even managed to collapse part of one of the docks when the rotted support beam its anchor was tied to gave way. Of course, their ships were not trapped. It was easy enough for them to cut the ropes to their anchors once they figured out that they weren't going anywhere, but it did delay them, and that delay allowed Sharee's crew to build speed and put distance between them and their pursuers.
I suppose I should post now.
It should be interesting to see what happens. Sharee is adaptable and can deal with a change in plans. Usually, she expects it. She would have questions for Serge, though, mainly due to the Imperial colors he's flying. Of course, she really doesn't care about his, or anyone else's former allegiances. All she cares about is that they listen to her.
Meesei had gone around the cave collecting the weapons they intended to use for their raid later that night. For the most part, they were blunt weapons, as they would be most appropriate for what they were expecting. On the off chance the enchantments failed, a mace would be much more effective than a sword when it came to dealing with the skeletons. Lorag, of course, was going to use a large warhammer, while everyone else preferred one handed weapons. For herself and Ahnasha, she was enchanting bone necklaces with the proper enchantment, as neither of them preferred to carry physical weapons.
Lorag looked up from his breakfast to Fendros after hearing his name "Huh, oh, yeah, I can do that. I can also spar myself if you don't mind being sore afterwards. Got to be careful though; train too hard and you'll end up wearing yourself out before the main event." Quickly finishing off his breakfast, Lorag got up and walked over to Fendros, looking him over. "This time, I'm thinking...blunt weapons. Yeah, we're gonna be using those tonight, so might as well make sure you got your technique down.
Ahnasha turned her head and gave Fendros a quick kiss and a smile before putting her focus back on the meal she was cooking, as it was nearly finished. Even if she always ate her food raw, she remembered how to cook, though she didn't have quite the same ingredients as she was used to in Leyawiin. The city contained influences from Imperials, Argonians, and Khajiit, so she had seen examples of all three styles of cooking. Perhaps it was due to her heritage, but she actually found she preferred Khajiit cuisine. Even if they did not always have access to moon sugar, most dishes tended to be sweet. Ahnasha did not have any moon sugar at the moment, nor would she have used it given who would be eating it, but she had made sure to sweeten it with the proper spices all the same. The Guar meat she prepared didn't taste terribly different from some of the creatures found in Elsweyr, so she was confident it would taste right. After a few minutes, she took the meat off of the fire and set it out for anyone who wanted it to have, most likely Janius, and perhaps Fendros. For Ariel, she decided to prepare her breakfast for her. In the pack, they never tended to use plates, bowls, or any kind of cutlery, but she was able to find a plate laying around for Ariel. She cut off a piece of the sweetened meat, gathered a few vegetables, walked over to Ariel, and offered it to her.
"Here you go, I thought you might be hungry." Ahnasha said as she handed her the plate. She then sat down beside her with a worried expression. Ahnasha's concern for her was twofold. On a practical level, Ariel needed to be alert and ready for their infiltration later that night. If she was distracted or tired, then she could make a mistake that might cost both of them their lives. It was important to make sure her mind was focused when they were finally ready to begin. Beyond that, Ahnasha also felt bad that she was being forced to give up her shop over this. Even if Ahnasha did not particularly like life in the city, she could understand how Ariel would be upset about giving up what had been her life for years. Since she was helping the pack, Ahnasha felt it would only be right to give her help in return.
"Hey, are you alright?" Ahnasha asked, placing a hand on her shoulder and looking at her empathetically. "I know this is hard, but...you have a skill, a very useful skill. No matter where you go, a good alchemist will always be in demand. It might take a while, but I know you can be successful after Vos. If there is anything we can do to help, anything I can do to help, just ask."
Lorag looked up from his breakfast to Fendros after hearing his name "Huh, oh, yeah, I can do that. I can also spar myself if you don't mind being sore afterwards. Got to be careful though; train too hard and you'll end up wearing yourself out before the main event." Quickly finishing off his breakfast, Lorag got up and walked over to Fendros, looking him over. "This time, I'm thinking...blunt weapons. Yeah, we're gonna be using those tonight, so might as well make sure you got your technique down.
Ahnasha turned her head and gave Fendros a quick kiss and a smile before putting her focus back on the meal she was cooking, as it was nearly finished. Even if she always ate her food raw, she remembered how to cook, though she didn't have quite the same ingredients as she was used to in Leyawiin. The city contained influences from Imperials, Argonians, and Khajiit, so she had seen examples of all three styles of cooking. Perhaps it was due to her heritage, but she actually found she preferred Khajiit cuisine. Even if they did not always have access to moon sugar, most dishes tended to be sweet. Ahnasha did not have any moon sugar at the moment, nor would she have used it given who would be eating it, but she had made sure to sweeten it with the proper spices all the same. The Guar meat she prepared didn't taste terribly different from some of the creatures found in Elsweyr, so she was confident it would taste right. After a few minutes, she took the meat off of the fire and set it out for anyone who wanted it to have, most likely Janius, and perhaps Fendros. For Ariel, she decided to prepare her breakfast for her. In the pack, they never tended to use plates, bowls, or any kind of cutlery, but she was able to find a plate laying around for Ariel. She cut off a piece of the sweetened meat, gathered a few vegetables, walked over to Ariel, and offered it to her.
"Here you go, I thought you might be hungry." Ahnasha said as she handed her the plate. She then sat down beside her with a worried expression. Ahnasha's concern for her was twofold. On a practical level, Ariel needed to be alert and ready for their infiltration later that night. If she was distracted or tired, then she could make a mistake that might cost both of them their lives. It was important to make sure her mind was focused when they were finally ready to begin. Beyond that, Ahnasha also felt bad that she was being forced to give up her shop over this. Even if Ahnasha did not particularly like life in the city, she could understand how Ariel would be upset about giving up what had been her life for years. Since she was helping the pack, Ahnasha felt it would only be right to give her help in return.
"Hey, are you alright?" Ahnasha asked, placing a hand on her shoulder and looking at her empathetically. "I know this is hard, but...you have a skill, a very useful skill. No matter where you go, a good alchemist will always be in demand. It might take a while, but I know you can be successful after Vos. If there is anything we can do to help, anything I can do to help, just ask."
Dirssi, Haklo, and Liam (EliteCommander, WitchChild, and Frettzo)
Dirssi wanted to give chase to the creature which emerged from the husk of the masked demon, but the arrival of three more demons of another type stopped her. As they moved around them, they changed in size an shape, though none were as tall as Dirssi, at least at the moment. They all had gaping, toothed maws and clawed arms, making them appear quite deadly.
Since these demons also had masks, Dirssi guessed they might be their weakness as well, so once again, she disappeared into the shadows and reappeared behind one. She sank her blade into what passed for the creature's head into its mask, but all that seemed to happen was that both the mask and her blade sunk into its amorphous body. Pulling on her sword, she found that she did not have the strength to remove it alone, so thinking quickly, she used her other hand to rapidly decay its head, freeing her blade. The top quarter of its body had essentially disintegrated, but as she backed away, she saw that it all reformed as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, the other two were surrounding the Human male. If her own decay could not harm them, then what chance did he stand of killing them?
While both warriors fought, both foxmen watched and placed bets. Liam had nearly won the first one, but life didn't want him to earn some easy money. Their bet placing was ground to a halt when suddenly they heard loud shifting right behind them.
It was a demon. Short, thin and presumably as strong as both Liam and Luna, it stood there. The foxmen stared at the demon, and the demon stared at them, a hairless eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. Liam smiled awkwardly and looked everywhere but at the demon, while Luna's eyes were peeled open, pupils shrinked and eyebrows raised in silent surprise.
The demon yelled. The foxmen screamed in terror and flailed their arms. They pushed each other around in accident as they tried to escape the stall and avoid the demon.
As the two amorphous demons were bearing down upon the Human, Dirssi, teleported herself directly behind him, into his shadow. Two spiked arms were already striking out towards him when she grabbed him around the waist and lifted them both off the ground, narrowly avoiding their attacks. Her wings could not carry the armored human for long, so she set down a short distance away, which happened to place them in the path of two fox-people, who by the looks of them were also students. Students who could not fight, to be specific, not that it mattered. If weapons did nothing to these demons, and they were novices, then it would be best if they were simply out of the way.
"If you want to live, you'll get out of here. Let me deal with these pests; I will make sure you are not followed, trust me." Dirssi said in a commanding tone while they just looked alarmed. The three amorphous demons were spreading out to surround them, but Dirssi was thinking more on how to kill them than on how to avoid being killed. Since her blade was useless, the sheathed it to focus solely on her magic.
Haklo had a small concussion after the violent roll he was forced to make when the demon threw him off his back. His armor was scraped after rolling and he took a bit of time to get the spinning away from his head and his lunch in his stomach. He was greeted with the sight of the mask demon retreating and three others replacing it. Haklo knew that he would not be able to stand alone againt them. However, he bared his sword, looking back and forth between the approaching demons until he felt himself getting lifted off the ground. He paniced at first, struggling in the esyire's grip before he noticed that she was taking him away from the demons and to safety.
He looked around and saw the two fox men and then looked over at the esyire. He did not know her power but getting out of danger was the outmost goal of his at the moment. "Come on, you two. Let's get inside. Can't be worse than facing those" He said to the two foxes, his voice sounding a little like it was inside of a bucket due to the helm. The glowing visor looked back at he amorphous demons and he headed straight into the collage building once more, sword in hand and ready to be wielding in a two handed grip.
The two foxmen weren't idiots apparently. Liam and Luna had run out blindly towards the man who had spoken to them and had, thanks to who-knows-what, lived enough to reach the man. They were mad with fear, but slowly they regained their wits.
"I thought we wouldn't be so-" Liam gasped for air, "scared! Damn, I need some fun right now, Luna."
"Tell me..." He gasped as well, "about it... Geez... Freaking demons..."
Dirssi waved for the others to run before advancing at the three amorphous demons. Two seemed focused on her, but the last split off left after the students. It was annoying, but not unexpected. Just as she entered one of the demons' shadows, she teleported directly in front of the one chasing the students. Immediately, she let out a burst of decay magic in front of her with both hands. It tore two large holes through its body, along with a third after she hit it another time, but each one began to reform. She dashed back with the assistance of her wings to evade its claws, but was unable to counterattack before the other demons were upon her as well.
Dirssi could feel some effects from the use of her magic, but she was still capable of fighting. Dodging the fast moving arms of one of the demons was difficult, so three at once would have been impossible without the ability to teleport. She continued to decay the beasts in different spots, trying to find some weak point in them. She had never head of any creature or demon that could not be killed, so all that needed to be done was for her to find a way to harm them. One of the demons eventually guessed right on where she would end up through a teleport and scraped a spiked arm across her chest. The force of it did manage to cut through her scaled armor, but it put up enough resistance to prevent the gash from being threatening. Dirssi teleported away, ending up atop a statue of a gargoyle on the side of a nearby building. She showed seeming no reaction to her wound, instead focusing her gaze on the demons beneath her. An idea formed in her mind, causing her to use a small amount of decay magic on the statue before flying down straight at the trio.
Dashing to the side just before reaching them, she managed to hit one directly down the center from above with a burst of decay magic, but after landing behind them and turning to face them, she saw that, once again, it had survived. With a visibly frustrated look on her face, she let out a low growl, collected shadows around herself, and charged once again at the trio. She blended in almost perfectly with the shadows, so it was near impossible to see her, but with three of them slashing at any movement, it seemed one of them had finally found their mark. The shadows dissipated with Dirssi holding her arm over her stomach and stumbling away until she had backed herself up against a wall. The first of the demons to spot her immediately rushed at her with its gaping maw wide open, ready to consume her. It had grown itself in size, so it took up nearly all of her field of view by the the time it was upon her. Dirssi, however, showed no fear, and merely cracked a smile.
Almost predictably, Dirssi once again teleported away, this time straight up to a spot above the same statue from before. She landed on it with enough force to break it away from the building, since she had weakened it before. Just as she wanted, the large stone gargoyle crashed directly onto the demon beneath before it had a chance to move, and, more importantly, it did not seem to be reforming. Dirssi landed in the open, her body unwounded apart from the single minor gash on her chest. "Now, let us end this."
Dirssi wanted to give chase to the creature which emerged from the husk of the masked demon, but the arrival of three more demons of another type stopped her. As they moved around them, they changed in size an shape, though none were as tall as Dirssi, at least at the moment. They all had gaping, toothed maws and clawed arms, making them appear quite deadly.
Since these demons also had masks, Dirssi guessed they might be their weakness as well, so once again, she disappeared into the shadows and reappeared behind one. She sank her blade into what passed for the creature's head into its mask, but all that seemed to happen was that both the mask and her blade sunk into its amorphous body. Pulling on her sword, she found that she did not have the strength to remove it alone, so thinking quickly, she used her other hand to rapidly decay its head, freeing her blade. The top quarter of its body had essentially disintegrated, but as she backed away, she saw that it all reformed as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, the other two were surrounding the Human male. If her own decay could not harm them, then what chance did he stand of killing them?
While both warriors fought, both foxmen watched and placed bets. Liam had nearly won the first one, but life didn't want him to earn some easy money. Their bet placing was ground to a halt when suddenly they heard loud shifting right behind them.
It was a demon. Short, thin and presumably as strong as both Liam and Luna, it stood there. The foxmen stared at the demon, and the demon stared at them, a hairless eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. Liam smiled awkwardly and looked everywhere but at the demon, while Luna's eyes were peeled open, pupils shrinked and eyebrows raised in silent surprise.
The demon yelled. The foxmen screamed in terror and flailed their arms. They pushed each other around in accident as they tried to escape the stall and avoid the demon.
As the two amorphous demons were bearing down upon the Human, Dirssi, teleported herself directly behind him, into his shadow. Two spiked arms were already striking out towards him when she grabbed him around the waist and lifted them both off the ground, narrowly avoiding their attacks. Her wings could not carry the armored human for long, so she set down a short distance away, which happened to place them in the path of two fox-people, who by the looks of them were also students. Students who could not fight, to be specific, not that it mattered. If weapons did nothing to these demons, and they were novices, then it would be best if they were simply out of the way.
"If you want to live, you'll get out of here. Let me deal with these pests; I will make sure you are not followed, trust me." Dirssi said in a commanding tone while they just looked alarmed. The three amorphous demons were spreading out to surround them, but Dirssi was thinking more on how to kill them than on how to avoid being killed. Since her blade was useless, the sheathed it to focus solely on her magic.
Haklo had a small concussion after the violent roll he was forced to make when the demon threw him off his back. His armor was scraped after rolling and he took a bit of time to get the spinning away from his head and his lunch in his stomach. He was greeted with the sight of the mask demon retreating and three others replacing it. Haklo knew that he would not be able to stand alone againt them. However, he bared his sword, looking back and forth between the approaching demons until he felt himself getting lifted off the ground. He paniced at first, struggling in the esyire's grip before he noticed that she was taking him away from the demons and to safety.
He looked around and saw the two fox men and then looked over at the esyire. He did not know her power but getting out of danger was the outmost goal of his at the moment. "Come on, you two. Let's get inside. Can't be worse than facing those" He said to the two foxes, his voice sounding a little like it was inside of a bucket due to the helm. The glowing visor looked back at he amorphous demons and he headed straight into the collage building once more, sword in hand and ready to be wielding in a two handed grip.
The two foxmen weren't idiots apparently. Liam and Luna had run out blindly towards the man who had spoken to them and had, thanks to who-knows-what, lived enough to reach the man. They were mad with fear, but slowly they regained their wits.
"I thought we wouldn't be so-" Liam gasped for air, "scared! Damn, I need some fun right now, Luna."
"Tell me..." He gasped as well, "about it... Geez... Freaking demons..."
Dirssi waved for the others to run before advancing at the three amorphous demons. Two seemed focused on her, but the last split off left after the students. It was annoying, but not unexpected. Just as she entered one of the demons' shadows, she teleported directly in front of the one chasing the students. Immediately, she let out a burst of decay magic in front of her with both hands. It tore two large holes through its body, along with a third after she hit it another time, but each one began to reform. She dashed back with the assistance of her wings to evade its claws, but was unable to counterattack before the other demons were upon her as well.
Dirssi could feel some effects from the use of her magic, but she was still capable of fighting. Dodging the fast moving arms of one of the demons was difficult, so three at once would have been impossible without the ability to teleport. She continued to decay the beasts in different spots, trying to find some weak point in them. She had never head of any creature or demon that could not be killed, so all that needed to be done was for her to find a way to harm them. One of the demons eventually guessed right on where she would end up through a teleport and scraped a spiked arm across her chest. The force of it did manage to cut through her scaled armor, but it put up enough resistance to prevent the gash from being threatening. Dirssi teleported away, ending up atop a statue of a gargoyle on the side of a nearby building. She showed seeming no reaction to her wound, instead focusing her gaze on the demons beneath her. An idea formed in her mind, causing her to use a small amount of decay magic on the statue before flying down straight at the trio.
Dashing to the side just before reaching them, she managed to hit one directly down the center from above with a burst of decay magic, but after landing behind them and turning to face them, she saw that, once again, it had survived. With a visibly frustrated look on her face, she let out a low growl, collected shadows around herself, and charged once again at the trio. She blended in almost perfectly with the shadows, so it was near impossible to see her, but with three of them slashing at any movement, it seemed one of them had finally found their mark. The shadows dissipated with Dirssi holding her arm over her stomach and stumbling away until she had backed herself up against a wall. The first of the demons to spot her immediately rushed at her with its gaping maw wide open, ready to consume her. It had grown itself in size, so it took up nearly all of her field of view by the the time it was upon her. Dirssi, however, showed no fear, and merely cracked a smile.
Almost predictably, Dirssi once again teleported away, this time straight up to a spot above the same statue from before. She landed on it with enough force to break it away from the building, since she had weakened it before. Just as she wanted, the large stone gargoyle crashed directly onto the demon beneath before it had a chance to move, and, more importantly, it did not seem to be reforming. Dirssi landed in the open, her body unwounded apart from the single minor gash on her chest. "Now, let us end this."
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So who is interested in this? I think the people who can are Konan, Ryonara, myself, Leon, and Sundred. Unless I'm forgetting someone, I might be forgetting someone.
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